He roars aloud and breaks and tears And puffs out his mane and his fangs he bears As if to tell me and all others (but especially me) That there is no power and might as he And he walks with that regal ego That he was born into Over the corpses of the fallen Over my half-dead body too So blinded by his beauty he can barely even conceive That the **** he pushed away is the royal he needs But he can't hear beyond his own roar Can't see past his mane Can't see that the light at the end of the tunnel Is actually just a train Thinks his image will forever burn in her brain And he might bring the fire but she brings the rain And she steps out the mud with broken bloodied bones Marches through the castle like its already her own Howls at the moon and sets fire to the stones With a hand on her heart and her eyes on the throne Tell them to hoist the flags, tell them to let the wolves roam Tell the King of the Jungle That the Queen has come home